decided to cross the bar, the air filled lungs stabbed.
We did it because it is close to the theater, and how he always had to wait a while before cashing the paycheck ... it is a bar where you serve well and where the pizza is rich and cheap, so it is quite close to many places. Throughout my life have crossed paths many there, so I've visited as a granddaughter, as a friend, protester, student, as a sound ... Today was the latter's role was fulfilled.
From the window could be lit theater, taxis waiting for people to come out of the last function. The laughter of the audience was powerful, could be heard easily from the street.
Just hours earlier had turned on the console, the electricity flowing between the music while testing everything was fine. I have a few memories that I keep, words repeated ad nauseam that are wound in the head and eyes, gestures, improvised sections that are silent (in which I feel a perfume known What a joy to take the back of his hand to his mouth and find ...). And always
people, people who dazzles you ...
a couple of months ago, entered the room a couple of young girls, the two blinds.
At that time working on another play, a monologue of something I wrote earlier. The two left happy, saying that they had loved the show.
returned a few days ago, and I saw that happen to stowing it in the same seats ... I remember some talk with my partner, it's good to return to the theater, what would be "see" a play with my eyes closed and things like that, soon to be cut by listening, with unbelieving ears, like one of them closed the stick and said to the other;
- Did you notice? The same places from last time.
